Page 50 of Plaything

The cold hit me like a freight train, and I shivered. My earlier recollection and dirty thoughts of last night made a slight tsunami between my thighs. Honestly, after years of feeling absolutely nothing, it was a relief and incredibly refreshing to feel. I never expected myself to feel so effortlessly aroused as often as I was around my professors. It was both a blessing and a curse.

My heart hammered in my chest, knowing how wrong and downright inappropriate this was. I was surprised that a part of me loved the mischievousness and the risk. There was a chance Niko wouldn’t even look up and notice my pussy on full display for him.

A few long minutes passed by as I worked on the problem. I felt watching eyes that lit my skin on fire, and I knew exactly who was watching me.

I slowly looked up through my eyelashes, nervous to see his reaction.

I was stunned to see the same hungry, mesmerized expression he wore last night. His eyes looked darker, clouded over and entranced. His lips were slightly parted, making me want to suck his lower lip. The pen in his hands looked frail, ready to snap under his grip.

I shifted my legs, breaking him out of his trance. He lustfully looked at my face, a prominent warning behind his eyes. I liked that I had this effect on him: I could scramble his mind and turn him on so easily. It was only fair; he and his three friends had the same impact on me.

I crossed my legs, covering myself from his view again, having gotten the reaction I wanted. He pushed his eyebrows together, “Class dismissed,” he called into the open, not standing up from his chair.

Students started leaving the classroom eagerly, happy to be dismissed early. I slowly began to stand, gathering my books and notes. The entire time I stuffed my bag with my belongings, I felt his eyes burning my skin.

“Not you,” he said firmly as the last student left the class, leaving us in the big room.

Niko was leaning back in his desk chair, his elbow resting on the armrest, his hand holding his face by his jaw. He watched me like a hawk, ready to strike at any minute.

I turned towards him. “Yes?” I questioned, pleading innocence and pretending I didn’t know what I had done.

With his free hand, he curled his finger at me, beckoning me to him, “Come sit on my desk,” he ordered. At my hesitation, he added, “Now,” in such a stern tone I barely recognized it as his own.

I quickly moved my legs, walked over to his wooden desk, and gently sat on the corner, making sure to keep my distance from him and my legs together.

He raised an eyebrow, not impressed with my choice to sit as far away from him as possible while still following his orders. In a swift movement, he placed his hand on the side of my ass, pushing my whole body across his desk effortlessly. I gasped as my ass slid across the wood surface, placing me directly in front of him. “That’s better,” he mumbled.

His eyes yes dropped down to my closed thighs. He smirked at me, “Are you going to play shy, Odette?” He questioned. “Or are you going to spread your legs for me?”

I nervously bit my lip, turning around and looking at the unlocked door to the classroom—the door that students, teachers, and anyone else on campus could enter at any moment.

I flinched, turning back around quickly, feeling a harsh slap on my thigh. Niko narrowed his at me, “Spread them, or I will,” he warned, obviously not having the same concerns I was.

Deciding I didn’t want to push my luck, I slowly opened my legs, giving his greedy eyes precisely what they wanted. “When’s your next class?” I whispered.

His hands traveled up my legs, pushing the dress up my thighs, over my ass, leaving it bunched up at my hips. “Whenever I’m done with you,” he answered.

I widened my eyes, my heart pounding in my chest as his middle finger ran up and down my slick slit a few times. “Niko,” I warned breathlessly.

This definitely wasn’t allowed.

He smirked, grabbed my ankle, and placed my leg over his shoulder. “You’re the one who wanted to act like a little slut, showing me your pussy while I’m teaching,” he pushed his finger into me, and I let out a moan at the intrusion. “Now, be a good girl for me and stay quiet,” he ordered.

A fire ignited somewhere deep in me as he pumped his finger into me. I placed my hand over my mouth, stopping the desperate whimpers that spilled. I never thought I would like having something in me, not like this.

He hummed in pleasure, practically drooling as he watched my pussy. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he husked. “Look, Odette. Look how tight your little pussy is squeezing my finger,” he chuckled evilly.

I blushed but had a hard time looking away from his face. He seemed so entranced, and although he wasn’t getting any pleasure himself, he was almost enjoying this as much as I was.

Niko pressed the pad of his thumb on my clit, the shockwave of pleasure causing a moan to escape from my hand. “So sensitive,” he circled his thumb, making my leg flinch. He hummed in pleasure, watching as my arousal dripped down his hand, “I can’t wait to overstimulate this pretty little clit,” he suddenly leaned his face lower, replacing his thumb with his tongue.

My eyes rolled back, and I pressed my hand firmer on my mouth. It didn’t help much to muffle the string of moans that escaped me, not with his finger fucking me and his tongue expertly flicking my clit.

His free hand wrapped around my lower back and pulled me roughly. My ass was practically hanging off the edge of his desk as he shoved my pussy closer to his mouth. He groaned, pulling his face away and moving his finger faster. “I could eat this fucking pussy all day,” he licked his lips. Without warning, he started sucking my clit again, flicking it with his tongue.

I moaned lowly, my head too clouded with lust to care if anyone heard us now. I removed my hand from my mouth and tangled it in his hair. Both of us moaned, equally clouded by the moment to care about people passing in the hall.

His finger started viciously fucking into me as he sped up his tongue flicking. My mouth fell open, “Niko,” I moaned, “It’s too much.”

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